k-pop; off the runway
Title: Off the Runway
Pairing: Jongin/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17 and I mean it there is A LOT of porn in this fic okay
Summary: models!AU. When Jongin meets Chanyeol at a runway show he doesn’t expect it to make his life suddenly more complicated. (or, kaiyeol are stupid and have a lot of sex. >_>)
Author’s Note: 18843 words. I DON’T KNOW WHAT THIS IS OR HOW IT HAPPENED OR WHY IT’S OVER 18K. I wanted to write models!kaiyeol ever since we first heard about them doing that fashion show and then this happened. T___T It has been a terrible soul-eating for over a month now so...yeah. I just hope you enjoy it. ;_; /goes to hide (I decided to make this my wildcard fill for fluff_bingo, using the prompt "sex" since it fits. Sort of. >_>)
The first time Jongin sees him, it's walking down under blinding lights of the runway, all long lean limbs moving effortlessly in an almost too-tight black suit. He reaches the end of the walk and Jongin almost forgets that it,s his turn to head out, then. He's a beat late and Baekhyun will kill him for it, later, but Jongin knows how to make up for it, and he walks down the runway with practiced ease.
He doesn't mean to look, because he knows how simple a distraction it can be to glance at the other model on stage as you pass, but Jongin can’t help it, especially considering he's never seen him before and Jongin knows all the working models in the area. He'd been a last minute replacement and had been shoved before Jongin in line not five minutes before the show and Jongin didn't see his face before he was stepping out onto the stage just as the music started.
He sees it now though, and it's soft and intense at the same time, with a sort of craziness in his eyes that Jongin isn't sure if it’s the lights playing tricks, or it’s just the way he looks. And then, then he glances at Jongin, and Jongin, who has done a hundred of these shows, almost forgets himself in the look he gets, and the small smirk that tugs at the corner of the other man's lips.
And then he's gone, whooshing past Jongin easily and Jongin jolts back into the moment, continues forward down the long runway. He stops at the end and runs a slow hand through his hair with a seductive smirk that he camera and audience loves. He turns on his heel and heads back up the stage, and Baekhyun is there, mostly frazzled as he hisses, “Good job,” and pushes him backstage toward Kyungsoo, one of the assistants, who immediately reaches out to undo Jongin’s shirt so he can switch into the rest outfit.
"Who is that?" Jongin asks, nodding over to where the newbie is sliding long, long legs into a pair of deep red slacks.
Kyungsoo darts big eyes over to where Jongin is looking and then replies, "Chanyeol. He's a friend of Baekhyun’s I think, asked him to step in when Kris had to bail."
"Hmmm," Jongin says and ignores Kyungsoo’s curious look to focus on getting dressed.
Chanyeol, from the other side of the cramped back stage, meets his eye and holds it, and Jongin feels his stomach knot inexplicably. There’s a sort of challenge in his gaze, a slight quirk of his lips, and he’s moving back off toward the stage exit with his head held high, but he glances back at Jongin just before he disappears and Jongin doesn’t know what it is about this Chanyeol but he kind of fucking hates him.
“Hey,” Kyungsoo says, snapping fingers before Jongin’s eyes. “Hurry up, you have like a minute.”
Jongin apologizes quickly and throws away thoughts about Chanyeol and long legs and tiny smirks, and dresses for the next run. He ignores Chanyeol for the rest of the show, but that doesn’t mean he can’t feel the heat of his eyes upon him throughout the night.
Chanyeol has a deep voice, even deeper than his own, and it’s sort of like a low rumble of a car engine, and Jongin really, really likes it. He likes it even more because he’s the one drawing it out of him, lips skating across the warm skin of his neck as Chanyeol’s fingers clench into the shirt he’s still wearing after the run and hadn’t had a chance to take off and if it wrinkles Baekhyun will kill them both, but that’s clearly not high on a list of either of their priorities.
Jongin doesn’t know exactly how he got to this moment, how it went from holding Chanyeol’s big hand at the end of the show as they bowed, feeling soft fingertips brushing against his palm as they let go, to here and now, pressing Chanyeol up against a wall backstage where no one can see them and meeting full lips with his own.
He supposes it doesn’t even matter, really, because Jongin is still hyped up from the adrenaline of another runway show, and this is one of the easiest - and preferable - ways of channeling that energy into something that won’t get him killed. Usually Jongin goes along with Kyungsoo and Sehun, another model from the show and Jongin’s roommate, for drinks or something, but instead he’s here, with Chanyeol, this guy he doesn’t know anything about aside from his name - and he doesn’t even have the full name - but there was something there in the smug smile he’d given Jongin after the show, that Jongin couldn’t ignore.
This, though, isn’t exactly what he’d planned, but Chanyeol definitely doesn’t seem to mind. He fists a hand in Jongin’s hair, pulling him up into another kiss, and drowning out Jongin’s moan. Jongin responds but rolling his hips in a smooth circle, and Chanyeol’s teeth nip at his lower lip as he mimics the action, and Jongin’s mind starts to spin, a little. It’s easy to pull off clothes, being a model has gotten him quick at buttons and belts, and he’s tugging down Chanyeol’s skin-tight black jeans to press a hand to his growing erection.
Chanyeol’s groan rolls down Jongin’s spine, and he drags his hands up Jongin’s bare arms, then down along the front of the buttoned tank he’d been dressed in. He pops buttons one-by-one, and is almost infuriatingly slow about it, so Jongin wastes no time to wrap fingers around Chanyeol’s dick and stroke him.
“Shit,” Chanyeol gasps and Jongin chuckles, strokes him faster. He doesn’t make it long, at all, but Jongin doesn’t care, knows that he’s about at his limit too, and just jerks Chanyeol off until he trembles and comes over his fingers, his deep moan making Jongin shudder.
Chanyeol, Jongin thinks, could walk away right now if he wanted to, because there is no obligation, this wasn’t even supposed to happen, but instead he drops to his knees and he’s pulling open Jongin’s pants, and Jongin reconsiders that earlier feeling of hating him, because right now he thinks he might love him, watching as Chanyeol’s soft, red lips wrap around his cock.
Jongin clenches his fingers into fists at his sides, but he can’t hold back his groan. Chanyeol looks up at him under a mop of curly hair, and his eyes are big and round and Jongin thinks he looks rather ridiculous, but then he’s flicking his tongue against the tip, and taking even more of him in and Jongin gasps from the wet heat that clings to him.
Chanyeol swallows him down when he comes, chest heaving from the pleasure, and feeling a bit like he’s unable to move. Thankfully Chanyeol still seems full of energy because he just pulls himself together, grabs a leftover makeup towel from the side and thrusts it in Jongin’s hand.
Jongin looks up at him, at his bright eyes and big smile, and takes a step back, feeling heat crawl sickeningly up the back of his neck. He averts his gaze quickly and wipes off his hand and redresses. He should find his clothes and he should leave right now, maybe he can even meet up with Kyungsoo at the bar, and--
“Hey,” Chanyeol says, his low voice startling Jongin out of his thoughts. He’s standing right before him, and he is really tall, even though Jongin’s not short by any means, he still has to look up to meet his eyes. Chanyeol’s smiling, and he looks so different now, than he did up on the runway what feels like a lifetime ago, smirking at Jongin as he passed. He leans in close, with no sense of personal space, and Jongin instinctively leans back, eyes widening as Chanyeol’s grin makes his face look silly and scrunched up.
“It’s Jongin, right?” he asks and Jongin, not knowing what to say, just nods once. Chanyeol draws back then, looking satisfied, and Jongin breathes a sigh of relief. “It’s nice to meet you,” he says, and his grin turns slightly smug. “That’s probably the nicest welcome I’ve ever had to a show.”
And that feeling of dislike comes slamming back. Jongin scowls.
Chanyeol just laughs. “I’ll see you around, I’m sure,” he says, and he gives Jongin a wave before he walks off, leaving Jongin in the shadows and wondering just what the hell he’s unintentionally gotten himself into.
“I can’t believe you bailed,” Jongin complains, glaring across the table at Kris, who is leaning casually against the chair and flipping through a magazine. “Because of you I--” He cuts himself off, flushing as he remembers that no one knows about him and Chanyeol and he wants to keep it that way.
Kris quirks an eyebrow at him. “Because of me, what?” he says.
“Nothing,” Jongin mutters dejectedly. “Forget it.”
Kris gives him a look that clearly says he doesn’t believe him, but thankfully he doesn’t press. Jongin likes that about Kris. If he’d been talking to Sehun or, even worse, Luhan, one of the other assistants that works with Baekhyun and Kyungsoo, he probably would’ve been drilled to the bone about it until he spilled every last detail about his little...thing with Chanyeol.
“Whatever you say,” Kris says, looking away again and Jongin sighs, slouching in his seat and tapping his foot on the floor. “How was Chanyeol? He didn’t fall off the stage, did he?”
“Do you know him?” Jongin asks, and hopes Kris doesn’t notice the sudden interest in his voice.
“Yeah,” he says, “he’s a friend of mine from high school, but we also worked at the same modeling agency for a few years awhile back.”
Jongin purses his lips in thought, wondering how he’s never heard about this guy if he’s apparently good friends with both Kris and Baekhyun.
Kris either reads his mind or Jongin’s question is written on his face because he says, “He stopped modeling a few years ago, probably around the time you started.”
“Why?” Jongin questions.
Kris shrugs. “Probably because he kept falling off stages.”
“That was only one time,” says a deep voice that Jongin would recognize anywhere. He straightens up quickly, looking up from his shoes to where Chanyeol is walking over with Baekhyun, that stupid big smile on his face. He glances at Jongin for a brief second, and Jongin hates how it makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, before he turns to Kris. “When are you gonna let that go?” he asks.
“Never,” Kris replies, smirking. “But I suppose you must’ve gotten over that if Baekhyun’s brought you here.”
Jongin looks between them and says, “Why is he here? Aren’t we going over fitting for the new pieces for next weekend’s show?”
“Yes,” Baekhyun says, staring down at his iPad, sliding his finger along the screen. “I asked him to be the lead this run.”
Jongin almost falls out of his chair. “Wasn’t I supposed to do that?” he demands.
“Yeah, but you messed up the other night,” Baekhyun replies and he gives Jongin an obnoxiously bright smile. “Plus I think the opening piece will look better on him. I’ll have to adjust it, but I’ll make it work.”
“But--” Jongin starts, infuriated, but Baekhyun just smiles again and Jongin has worked for him long enough to know there’s no point in trying to argue. He slumps in his seat and crosses his arms over his chest.
“Don’t sulk, how old are you?” Kris chides and Jongin nicks his shin with his foot under the table, which only earns him a scowl from Kris and a laugh from Chanyeol.
Jongin doesn’t even spare him a look because he’s definitely annoyed, and he can just hear the amusement in Baekhyun’s voice when he says, “Well, since that’s settled, let’s get started, shall we?”
Jongin hates his life, but he thinks, as he watches Chanyeol flounce off with Kris and Baekhyun, wide smile stretched across his face, he thinks he might hate him most of all.
Chanyeol, Jongin realizes, is like a different person than he remembers seeing that first night. Offstage he’s easily excitable and constantly talking, so much so that he’s certain he’ll never stop hearing that deep voice in his head (and he purposefully ignores the fact that it hasn’t left since the other night anyway, low moans filling his ears when he has a moment to spare). Jongin, when he’s not on the runway, just likes to keep to himself mostly, but Chanyeol, who doesn’t even know anyone in the group aside from Baekhyun and Kris seems to befriend the team within minutes, laughing and talking as he follows Kris around like a lost puppy.
“You’re being kinda obvious,” Sehun says, having only just arrived five minutes ago. He leans back against the wall beside Jongin, dressed in one of Baekhyun’s new pieces. He’s the youngest model in the show with the least amount of experience and he has an uncanny ability to do whatever he wants and never get in trouble.
“I’m not doing anything,” Jongin says, defensive. “Just watching.”
“A little too closely, if I say so.”
“No one asked for your opinion.” Jongin glares at him but Sehun remains unaffected.
"Just curious is all," Sehun says and Jongin snorts because that's a lie if he's ever heard one. "Did something happen between you two?"
Jongin thinks about the other night, about Chanyeol's rich moans and gorgeous lips stretched around his cock, and absolutely doesn't think about how much that little moment has been running through his mind the past few days, how he wouldn't mind yanking him by the hair and crushing their mouths together again, if only to make him shut up for a few seconds.
He eyes Chanyeol who is currently walking down a pretend runway toward where Jongin and Sehun stand while Baekhyun assesses the way his clothes fit from the side. When Chanyeol stops at the end, he looks directly at Jongin from across the room and he smiles, and Jongin's skin crawls.
"No," he answers Sehun, as Chanyeol turns around and heads back toward Baekhyun. He knows he doesn't sound remotely convincing. "Nothing's happened."
"Is there a reason you're following me?" Jongin questions, stopping abruptly in the sidewalk and almost falling flat on his face when Chanyeol walks into him.
Chanyeol rubs the back of his neck, and laughs. "Um I wanted to talk to you," he says, but it sounds like a question, asking Jongin if it's okay.
"About what?" Jongin says and he's curious. After having been ignored by Chanyeol throughout the fitting session, he's surprised that the other wanted to talk to him at all.
"Can we go somewhere else?" Chanyeol says and Jongin can think of one hundred reasons why he should just walk away, and yet he finds himself agreeing and following Chanyeol to a nearby coffee shop.
They order drinks and Chanyeol burns his tongue on his first sip and Jongin wonders how this is the same guy he saw walk on stage so perfectly. He’s so lost in his thoughts that it takes him a moment to even realize Chanyeol’s speaking.
“What?” he asks, coming off a little sharper than he means to, and he shrinks back in his seat, touching his lips to the edge of his coffee cup.
“You don’t seem to like me,” Chanyeol says, matter-of-fact, and Jongin blinks. Of all the things he expected Chanyeol to say to him, this was definitely not on the list.
“I don’t even know you,” he replies, and it’s true. He doesn’t know if he likes Chanyeol or not. He takes a sip of his drink and stares at the table between them.
“Is it because I took the opening for the show?” Chanyeol says and he actually sounds worried, like he doesn’t want Jongin to hate him because of that.
Jongin shrugs. “I don’t really care about that,” he says, and it’s mostly a lie.
“You seemed like you did.”
“I’m over it.”
Chanyeol sighs and he leans back against his chair, and his long legs stretch under the table, foot bumping against Jongin’s. He pulls it back quickly, and Jongin shifts a little in his seat. “I didn’t come here to take your spot, you know,” he says, and he sounds sincere, and when Jongin actually looks up at him, he looks like he means it, too.
Jongin would like to accuse him that maybe he really did, but instead he nods, rests his cup down on the table. “I know,” he says after a long while. He glances back up at him when he remembers what Kris had said about Chanyeol earlier and asks, “I heard you stopped modeling, though.”
“I did,” Chanyeol says, and he grins.
“Why?” Jongin can’t help but ask, because despite Chanyeol not looking or acting anything like a model right now, Jongin knows what he saw on the runway and it takes a lot of work to be that good. Jongin knows that many people think of modeling as an easy job, all it is is walking up and down a platform in pretty clothes, but Jongin’s done this for so many years, has been to enough shows and seen people not make it, giving up because it got too difficult, that he knows that’s not true at all. It intrigues him, to see someone like Chanyeol, who can clearly model well, to have just stopped.
Chanyeol laughs. “Why indeed?” he says, looking thoughtfully up at the ceiling and pouting.
Jongin slouches and stares at his lap. “Fine,” he says, trying not to sound too bitter, “don’t tell me.”
“I have no reason to tell you,” Chanyeol says, “I don’t know you, either.”
He’s got a point, Jongin thinks, but he replies, dropping his voice to a low whisper, “And yet you let me jerk you off backstage.”
He kind of expects Chanyeol to be embarrassed for bringing it up, or to tell him to forget about it, but Chanyeol just looks amused as he says, “And you let me suck your dick, so what’s your point?”
Jongin really doesn’t like him. “Never mind,” he huffs, and Chanyeol stares at him with a peculiar expression on his face that makes him look a little crazy. Before Jongin can question him though, Chanyeol rests his elbows on the table and leans forward, almost too close, and Jongin pulls back, swallowing thickly as the intense look in Chanyeol’s eyes remind him of the other night.
“Want to do it again?” he asks.
Jongin thinks he could have used any one of those one hundred reasons to have not done this, but when Chanyeol’s lips find his, warm and smooth, and fitting perfectly against his own, Jongin thinks he would’ve been stupid to pass this up again.
His apartment was closest, and now he’s being pushed into the door as Chanyeol licks his way into his mouth, and Jongin’s just glad that Sehun is still out and probably won’t be back for another few hours. Jongin rests his hands on Chanyeol’s hips, sighs into his mouth as he kisses deeper, tongue meeting Jongin’s in an erotic dance, and Jongin feels that itch of arousal in the pit of his belly. He presses a thigh between Chanyeol’s legs, rocks against him, and Chanyeol moans, and Jongin loves that, that low rumbling noise that makes his whole body shudder in response. Chanyeol gasps against his lips, breaking away to catch his breath, and his hands are slowly sliding up under Jongin’s shirt, white-hot trails along already heated skin and Jongin is overwhelmed.
He pushes Chanyeol back, and Chanyeol looks at him in surprise, like he thinks Jongin’s changed his mind, but that’s far from the truth. Jongin walks around him, slipping out of his shoes and heading into the apartment, and he can hear Chanyeol scrambling to do the same. Jongin shuts the door to his bedroom after them and turns to quickly shove Chanyeol up against it, and Chanyeol laughs as Jongin kisses him, pulling Jongin close with fingers hooked into the belt loops of his jeans.
Chanyeol’s hair is soft between Jongin’s fingers and he steps backwards slowly, guiding him toward the bed in the middle of the room. The frame creaks a bit with their weight, and the sheets are cool against Jongin’s back. Chanyeol’s knees fit on either side of him, the insides of his thighs pressing warm against Jongin’s even through the thickness of their jeans, and Jongin thinks he’d very much like to feel this with their clothes off.
Thankfully Chanyeol seems to have the same idea, slipping his fingers up under Jongin’s shirt again, as he trails his lips down Jongin’s throat, leaving slick patches on his skin that feel really nice since Jongin is certain he’s burning up. He pulls back to tug up on the hem of Jongin’s shirt until he’s got it off, and Jongin reaches out to return the favor. He lets his fingers slide down Chanyeol’s chest, watching as Chanyeol sucks his lower lip into his mouth and his eyelids flutter in pleasure. Like this, Jongin thinks he looks really good, not like the ridiculous overgrown puppy he seemed to be earlier that day.
He yanks Chanyeol close with a hand in his hair and Chanyeol groans as their lips meet. With his other hand Jongin deftly undoes Chanyeol’s belt, the buckle clanging against the floor where Jongin throws it, and he quickly tugs open his jeans, slipping a hand down the front. Chanyeol groans again, and this time it seems to reverberate throughout the silent room, makes Jongin even hotter and work faster, wrapping his hand around Chanyeol’s erection.
It’s like that first time, hidden backstage after the show, except Jongin thinks this is much, much better, because it doesn’t matter how loud they are or how quick they have to be to not get caught. He can slowly draw out moans from Chanyeol’s throat and drink in the sounds of his harsh breathing as he strokes him, and Jongin really fucking likes watching him come apart like this.
“Jongin,” Chanyeol gasps and Jongin likes that, too, the desperation in his name, and he rubs his thumb against the head of Chanyeol’s cock in response. “Oh god,” he breathes, hot into the crook of Jongin’s neck, and Jongin doesn’t think he can take much more of this.
It’s surprisingly easy to push Chanyeol over onto his back and lean over him, pulling his jeans and underwear down his legs in one swift motion. Chanyeol looks up from his bangs, sweat making them cling to his forehead. His eyes are big and round and Jongin remembers that look from last time when his mouth was wrapped around his cock. He groans just at the thought, about how much he'd like to do that again, but that's definitely for another day. He opens the drawer on the nightstand by the bed, fumbles around packs of cigarettes and broken sunglasses for the small tube.
Chanyeol watches him closely, stokes his own dick as he waits, a small smirk playing in the corner of his mouth when he notices Jongin’s distraction, and god Jongin just wants to fuck him.
He coats his fingers with lube and nudges Chanyeol’s knees apart, pressing in a finger and delighting in the pleased noise that Chanyeol makes. He leans his head back against the pillows and his eyes close, and Jongin frowns at him, pushes another finger in, maybe a bit too soon as Chanyeol hisses, but just says, "Look at me."
Chanyeol does, he really does, eyes focusing with that same intense look Jongin saw on the runway, the one that makes his spine tremble. He holds his gaze as he crooks his fingers inside him, and he's got a third in there when Chanyeol breaks eye contact because the sensation is too great, his moan like the contented purr of a cat.
It makes Jongin grin, and press his fingers in deeper, hitting that spot again, and again, and Chanyeol writhes under him, all long helpless limbs, and peers up at Jongin.
"Don't look at me all smug like that," he says, and Jongin just laughs.
It dies in his throat in the next second as Chanyeol takes it upon himself to tug open Jongin's jeans. He has to move away to get his clothes off, and Chanyeol whines at the loss of his fingers inside him. His eagerness makes Jongin's whole body burn, and he doesn't hesitate as he pushes Chanyeol’s legal toward his chest and presses himself in.
The noise they make then together might be the greatest thing Jongin's ever heard, full and deep of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Chanyeol’s body clings tight and hot around him, and his fingers slip at his sweat-slicked skin as he tries to hold on to keep even slightly grounded, because it's too much, far too much and yet not enough at all and the urge to just let go and fuck him is pushing violently against Jongin's control.
Chanyeol’s fingers slide up Jongin’s arms, and Jongin’s skin burns wherever he touches, and it’s impossible really to stop from thrusting in a little deeper. Chanyeol mutters, “Fuck,” under his breath but doesn't tell Jongin to stop, which is all Jongin needs. He pulls back and then pushes forward again, hips rocking into a quick, harsh rhythm because he couldn't take this slowly if he tried. From the moans Chanyeol’s making it doesn't seem like he cares in the least, and his fingernails dig deep into Jongin’s skin, and there will probably be bruises there later, that Yixing, who helps with makeup before shows, will probably bitch about having to cover up.
"Shit," Chanyeol hisses, as Jongin's thrusts hit him just right, his body curling tight around his dick and he can feel the unbridled pleasure all the way down to his toes. He tugs Chanyeol’s close with hands on his hops at each thrust and it makes Chanyeol cry out louder and louder every time and Jongin is positive he'll never get that sound out of his head.
"Touch yourself," he tells him and is amazed at how quickly he obeys, prying one hand off Jongin’s shoulder to push between their tummies and wrap around his cock. Jongin sucks in a shaky breath as it only makes everything tighter for him, pushing in harder, pressing Chanyeol’s legs apart a bit further to get in deeper. He can feel sweat dripping down his back, making his hair cling in clumps to his forehead, and he licks his lips before leaning in and kissing Chanyeol’s that are red and full and oh-so-perfect.
It's like that that Chanyeol comes, Jongin drinking up his moan as he goes rigid beneath him, thighs trembling and muscles clenching around Jongin who is on the brink of following right after. Chanyeol breaks their kiss to gasps for air, and his clear, clear eyes meet Jongin’s, full of wonder and satisfaction, and he trails the hand from Jongin’s shoulder gently up the back of his neck, fingers brushing delicately along the hairs there, and he breathes out, “Jongin,” and that's it - Jongin’s done for.
He looks away, pressing his forehead to Chanyeol’s collarbone as he comes with a grunt, feeling like the wind has been knocked straight out of him. Jongin lets out a sound like a deflating balloon, falling onto Chanyeol as his whole body seems to turn to jelly. Chanyeol grumbles slightly in discomfort under him but Jongin doesn’t care, too exhausted to move quite yet.
Chanyeol pokes him in the side after a few moments though, and says, “You’ve got to move.”
Jongin sighs, but does, rolling off onto the side of the bed and stretching his arms over his shoulders. He can see Chanyeol’s eyes trail down his body, and quickly turns away, jumping off the bed. He scratches the back of his neck and stares at the floor, says, “I’m going to shower.” He glances at Chanyeol and adds, “You’re free to stay, I guess, or leave, whatever,” and feeling ridiculous, a blush creeping up his cheeks as Chanyeol stares back in amusement, he escapes to the bathroom.
Not even five minutes later, Chanyeol follows him, slipping in after him and swallowing the protest on the tip of Jongin’s tongue with his mouth. And Jongin should kick him right out, he really should, but Chanyeol’s hands rest on his hips and his mouth is so perfectly warm against his under the cool water, and Jongin is relaxing and kissing back before he can think too much about it.
Chanyeol chuckles against his lips and says, “I kinda thought you’d make me leave.”
“Do you want me to?” Jongin retorts, slides a wet hand up Chanyeol’s chest, knuckles bumping against a nipple and Chanyeol gasps.
“No,” he says, quickly, and Jongin smirks.
“Then shut up,” he advises and Chanyeol does, lets Jongin curl a hand around his dick and kiss him instead.
“So, how was he?” Sehun greets Jongin the next morning, sitting at the table with a mug of coffee and a half-eaten plate of toast and eggs.
Jongin rubs his eyes tiredly, fighting back a yawn as he pokes around in the fridge. “How was who?”
“Chanyeol,” Sehun says, and Jongin doesn’t even need to look to know he’s got that infuriatingly smug look on his face. “You two are really loud.”
“Oh my god,” Jongin says, whirling around to look at his roommate and Sehun’s big grin tells him he’s not lying. He groans, hides his face in his hands, and wants to die. “I didn’t even hear you come back.”
“You wouldn’t have heard a bulldozer if it’d demolished the whole apartment,” Sehun says, unhelpfully, and Jongin really wants to die.
“Please stop,” Jongin says, and doesn’t even care that he sounds like a whining three-year-old. “Just because we fucked once--”
“Twice, you mean,” Sehun interjects around a mouthful of toast. “The showers echo.”
Jongin’s going to dig himself a grave and bury himself, he decides. He grips the edge of the counter and sinks to the floor, hanging his head. “You are the worst roommate. You couldn’t have pretended like you didn’t know anything?”
“I did, for all of last night.”
“So you just waited until this morning to ruin my life?”
“Yes.”
“Worst roommate,” Jongin repeats, and Sehun just laughs.
“Really, though,” he says, “how was it?”
Jongin groans loudly, pulls himself up quickly and rushes out of the kitchen. “I’m leaving,” he calls back unnecessarily, and he grabs his keys off the coffee table by the couch before heading out, ignoring Sehun’s high-pitched giggles as he yells for him to come back, because Sehun doesn’t need to know just how much Jongin’s thought of almost nothing else but Chanyeol ever since he left, and how much he’d like to have him back.
Chanyeol is a lot of things Jongin doesn't like. He's loud, he's invasive, and he's everywhere. Jongin likes not being disturbed and likes not being questioned about his favorite foods or things he likes to do when he's not working on a show and he likes being left alone. It isn't that he doesn't like people, but he'd just rather they leave him be until he's interested enough to get to know them.
Chanyeol doesn't seem to pick up on any of this though and the week leading up to the next show is filled with him always being around. He doesn't really bother Jongin that much, but just the fact that he's there at all rubs Jongin the wrong way.
He doesn't get what it is about Chanyeol that gets under his skin. How he can go from wanting to fuck him over the makeup counter and hear him beg for more to wanting to punch him in his stupid face.
"Are you still angry because I gave him the open for the show?" Baekhyun asks two nights before the run. He sits beside Jongin on a plastic fold up chair along the wall and turns his gaze to where Chanyeol is chattering away with Sehun and yelping every few seconds when Kyungsoo accidentally stabs him with a pin as he tries to fix a hem.
"No," Jongin says and it’s true now, he doesn't care. He has other things on his mind.
"Then why do you look like you want to maul him?"
Jongin squawks. "I-I do not!" he exclaims and he can tell with one look that Baekhyun doesn't believe him.
"Well, you should try to get along with him at any rate. He's going to be working with me - us - for awhile longer. And that shoot I told you about that we have for Vogue next week, I want you and Chanyeol to do it."
"That was supposed to be Kris and Sehun though, wasn't it?"
Baekhyun shrugs. "I changed my mind. I think the two of you are more suited."
Jongin narrows his eyes. "You’re lying. You know that I don't like him so you're making me work with him on purpose.”
Baekhyun mock-gasps like he can’t believe Jongin would suggest he do such a thing, but then he laughs and shrugs again. “I don't care if you like him or not as long as you don't make me look bad because of it.”
“Yes, sir,” Jongin says, and salutes at him, laughing when Baekhyun rolls his eyes and shoves at him.
“Hey,” Chanyeol says, showing up suddenly with a bright grin on his face. His hair flops into his face and he shakes it out from his eyes, and looks at Jongin happily. “Kyungsoo says it’s your turn. He has a jacket he wants to fix for you.”
Jongin nods because his mouth feels suddenly dry, eyes traveling down Chanyeol’s long frame, and he’s dressed in deliciously tight pants, a deep red trench coat, and a black shirt that is practically see-through. He looks fucking good, and Jongin has to drag his gaze back up to his face. Chanyeol’s fiddling with the collar of the jacket, trying to get it to lay down properly and his face is scrunched up in confusion, and Jongin doesn’t know what makes him do it, but he reaches out and nudges Chanyeol’s hands away, mutters, “Here, let me.” He slides his hands up around the collar, and his thumbs brush against the back of his neck, and he hears Chanyeol’s breath catch as he folds the collar down correctly and pulls it down against his chest.
“Thanks,” Chanyeol says and his voice is the softest Jongin’s ever heard it, and he looks up at him quickly, at eyes that look both surprised and amused, and Jongin drops his hands like he’s just been caught on fire. “Hey, are you okay?” Chanyeol asks, and he sounds worried, pitching forward to peer at Jongin, who instinctively steps back.
He nods and grumbles, “Just fine,” and he’s pretty sure he hears Baekhyun snickering beside him, and he shuffles past the both of them before he can do anything else completely stupid.
“You two looked cozy over there,” Sehun says gleefully as Kyungsoo slides a leather jacket up Jongin’s arms.
“Shut up,” he snaps, making Kyungsoo look at him with big concerned eyes while Sehun hides his laughter behind a hand.
He sneaks a glance over at Chanyeol out of the corner of his eye, catches him looking straight back, and hates the way his stomach twists into knots that he can’t unravel for hours to come.
Jongin sinks his hands into Chanyeol’s hair, slightly sticky with hairspray from the show that they’d use to style it up and out of his face for once, but Jongin pulls it apart as a groan escapes his throat, hips rocking up into the hot, hot heat of Chanyeol’s mouth.
Big hands grip his waist and hold him steady and Jongin glares down from under his bangs because he’d like nothing more than to thrust up into that perfect mouth, and he can’t like this. Chanyeol just hums around him instead, like he knows exactly what Jongin is thinking. He tries to fight back a sound of pleasure as Chanyeol swirls his tongue sinfully around the crown of his cock and swallows him down, taking in a little more. And Jongin’s head slams back into the wall of the bathroom stall, his fingers tighten his grip in Chanyeol’s hair instinctively as he catches Chanyeol shoving a hand down the unfastened front of his jeans, stroking his own erection in swift movements.
“Fuck,” Jongin gasps, and he’s almost there, so close he can feel it in his toes, and Chanyeol casts large eyes up at him, watching as Jongin comes completely undone.
Chanyeol is up on his feet in seconds, wiping his lips with the back of his hand and then stealing Jongin’s staggered breaths, and he can taste himself on Chanyeol’s tongue, and he wishes they weren’t hiding in the bathroom during the after-show party, and that they didn’t have to return and socialize for another hour or two because Jongin would much rather just turn Chanyeol around up against the stall door and fuck him hard until he saw stars.
Instead he just mumbles, “We should probably go back.”
Chanyeol laughs, breath hot on Jongin’s skin. “Probably,” he says, and licks at Jongin’s lips once more before pulling back.
Jongin swallows thickly and looks down at his shoes instead of Chanyeol’s grinning face as he fastens up his pants, and fumbles with the lock on the stall before stumbling out. Chanyeol follows and Jongin just barely watches him make a face at the tangled mess of hair on his head. “How am I supposed to go back out like this?” he grumbles and Jongin hides an amused snort, meeting Chanyeol’s eyes in the mirrors before quickly looking away.
He washes his hands and steps around Chanyeol to grab some paper towels to dry off, and the deep rumble of Chanyeol’s laugh is far too close, causing Jongin to jump a bit as he turns. Chanyeol grins at him and it’s almost alarming, the silly look on his face, and he pecks Jongin’s lips in a fleeting kiss and says, “You’re really cute.”
Not expecting that at all, Jongin makes a surprised noise and flushes deeply. He shoves past Chanyeol and grumbles, “I am not cute.”
“I just sucked you off and you get all embarrassed afterward,” Chanyeol says, drying off his hands and tossing crumpled paper towels into the waste bin. “Yes, that’s kinda cute.”
“Well, you’re kinda stupid,” Jongin snaps back without thinking, and Chanyeol’s eyes go wide for a second before he bursts into laughter, and Jongin’s face heats him even more. He needs to get out of here. He heads for the door and tosses back, “Fix your hair before you come out here,” at a still laughing Chanyeol, and returns to the rest of the group in the private room they’d booked for the evening.
He grabs a thin flute of wine and flops down in an empty seat, downs the drink in one go and sets it on the table before him. He watches as Chanyeol comes in a few minutes later, and he actually listened to Jongin because his hair no longer resembles a bird’s nest, but is parted at the side and tucked back behind his ears. He waves at Jongin as he walks in, and almost trips over a chair as he joins Baekhyun and Sehun, and he really is stupid Jongin thinks, sighing as he looks dejectedly around the room and contemplates getting another drink or more.
“Here,” says Kris, holding out another glass before Jongin’s face, and Jongin takes it with a nod of his head.
“Thanks,” he murmurs, and takes a sip. Kris sits down beside him, looking impeccable as usual in a sleek black suit and tie.
“He seems to like you,” Kris says after a stretch of silence and it takes Jongin a moment to realize what he’s even talking about. He follows Kris’ line of vision to where Chanyeol is listening intently to something Baekhyun is saying, eyes round in attentiveness, and Jongin takes another sip of his drink.
“He seems to like everyone,” he replies, looking away. He doesn’t particularly want to talk about Chanyeol, and he thinks about just leaving Kris and joining Kyungsoo and Luhan, both of whom seem pretty tipsy already, laughing over something together.
"Exactly, which is why it's strange that he likes you because you don't seem to like him back."
"What's there to like? He's just some other model that I happen to work with."
Kris makes a highly skeptical noise around the rim of his glass, and takes a sip before he says, "Right, that's why you snuck off to the bathroom together at the first chance after the runway show,” and Jongin chokes on his drink. Kris smirks. “You’re gonna have to be more careful about that if you don’t want anyone to know.”
“Go away,” Jongin mutters and downs the rest of his drink. Kris laughs but pats his shoulder and actually does, leaving Jongin with an empty glass and a mess of thoughts.
He glances at Chanyeol from across the room, and looks quickly away when Chanyeol catches his eye. He drops his gaze to his empty glass and stands. He’s going to need much more of this.
Jongin wakes with a terrible pounding in his head, like someone's taken a hammer to his skull repeatedly. He groans, rolling over in bed to avoid the sunlight on his face, but ye doesn't get far before colliding with something. Or someone he realizes when the warm mass makes a soft sound of irritation that sounds all too familiar.
Jongin opens his eyes quickly and meets a mess of curly orange hair that has no right to be in bed with him. He and Chanyeol may have fucked a few times but he's never stayed the night and Jongin doesn't remember ever bringing him back the night before.
He rubs his eyes and looks around the room, and realizes slowly that this isn't his room at all. There’s no bookcase by the window, and the desk in the corner is missing his MacBook, and the walls are a pale yellow instead of Jongin's boring white, and he has no idea where he is or how he got here.
He turns back to Chanyeol's sleeping form and does the only thing that seems reasonable. He kicks him off the bed.
Chanyeol yelps loudly as he hits the floor, and he ends up tangled in the bedsheets for a few minutes before Jongin grows impatient and yanks them off.
"What am I doing here?" he demands when Chanyeol looks up at him with round eyes.
"Did you just kick me out of my own bed?"
"No, you fell," Jongin replies easily and ignores Chanyeol narrowing his eyes at him. "And that doesn't answer my question. What am I doing here?"
Chanyeol pulls himself free of the blankets and stands, stretching his arms over his head, and Jongin tries not to stare at his long limbs and expanse of beautiful skin since he’s only dressed in a pair of ugly plaid boxers, even though it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before. He sighs loudly as he drops his arms and grins at Jongin as he gathers up the sheets from the floor. “Well, Kris asked me to take you home last night, but I didn’t remember where exactly you lived so I brought you back home with me?”
Jongin blinks. “Why would Kris--” he says, but stops halfway because he knows exactly why Kris would ask Chanyeol to take him home instead of Sehun, when Kris fully knows that they’re roommates.
“You were really drunk last night,” Chanyeol explains, misunderstanding. He drops the sheets in an unkempt pile on the bed and then heads to his closet.
Jongin stares at the sheets, then at the smooth slope of Chanyeol’s back. He clears his throat awkwardly. “Did we--”
“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time if we did,” Chanyeol cuts in, smirking over his shoulder at Jongin who scowls. He watches as Chanyeol picks around his closet for a clean clothes. “But we didn’t,” he continues after he tugs on a pair of jeans. “You passed out the second I got you in bed.”
“Oh,” Jongin says, because he’s not sure what else to say, and he scratches the back of his neck. “Thanks, then, I guess.”
Chanyeol laughs. “It’s not like we were gonna leave you at the restaurant,” he says, and then tosses Jongin a white t-shirt and some jeans. “You can wear those, if you want. I can’t imagine sleeping in a suit was all that comfortable.”
Jongin nods, and climbs out of bed, grabs the clothes up in his arms. “I’m borrowing your shower,” he says, shuffling past Chanyeol into the bathroom.
“Sure!” Chanyeol says, and then pokes his head through the door before Jongin can close it and adds, “We should get breakfast after you’re done.”
Jongin should really just shower and go home. He has the worst hangover and god know Chanyeol is not going to make it any fucking better, but he looks at him, at over-eager eyes and bright smile and he finds himself saying, “Yeah, okay, sure.” He reaches for the doorknob. “Now get out.”
“You don’t want me to join you?” Chanyeol asks, smirking. “Remember last time.”
Jongin does remember the last time, of slick, wet skin and hot breath against the cool water, but he retorts instead, “You mean how you almost slipped and cracked your head on the tile floor? No, thanks,” and he slams the door in Chanyeol’s gaping face.
“So are you guys, like, dating, or what?” Sehun questions, climbing up onto the couch four days later, and flopping himself across Jongin like a big, slightly bony dog. Jongin grumbles at him, but he has a giant bowl of popcorn so he lets him stay, and helps himself to a handful of buttery goodness.
“I’m not dating anyone,” Jongin answers around a mouthful, looking at Sehun like he’s crazy. “What’re you talking about?”
“Chanyeol,” Sehun says, exasperated like Jongin should know these things, and Jongin chokes on the popcorn. Sehun unhelpfully pats his shoulder as Jongin coughs, and Jongin swats his hand away irritably.
“Fucking is not dating, okay,” Jongin says, and Sehun looks at him like he doesn’t believe a word he says. “I don’t even like him.”
“Why not? He seems nice,” Sehun says, tilting his head to the side and scrunching his face in confusion.
Jongin shrugs, because he can’t really explain, and steals another hand of popcorn. Sehun smacks at him this time, and Jongin throws the popcorn at his face.
“You’ve gone out with him like everyday this week, though,” Sehun presses, and Jongin thinks Sehun needs a better hobby than making his life miserable.
“Don’t you have like, homework to do or something?” Jongin says, because unlike Jongin who gave up on school a long time ago, Sehun was heading into his third year of college. “A photo shoot to go to? A runway show? Something?”
“Nah,” Sehun says, grinning, his cheeks puffed up from a mouthful of popcorn. “This is a better use of my time.”
Jongin scowls, throws more popcorn at Sehun’s head, and laughs when Sehun retaliates. He squirms away, kicking at him, and reaches out to get more popcorn ammunition, only to end up falling straight off the couch when the doorbell rings and startles them both.
“Go answer it,” they both say at once, and Sehun throws popcorn at Jongin again as Jongin sighs and gets to his feet, wonders aloud, “I wasn’t expecting anyone, were you?”
Sehun shakes his head and then a gleeful smile crawls across his face. “Maybe it’s your boyfriend.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Jongin hisses, glaring at Sehun who chomps loudly on popcorn and grins, cheeks puffed up. He sighs again and heads to the door, brushing off stray popcorn off his shoulders, and pulls the door open wide.
Chanyeol stands in the hall dressed in a bright yellow shirt and an even brighter grin, and if Jongin didn’t already know him, he’d think he was an escaped crazy person. “Hi!” he says excitedly. “Are you ready to go?”
Jongin blinks slowly. “Go where?” he questions.
“We were going to get a quick meal before heading to the studio for the new photo shoot,” Chanyeol explains and his expression melts into something Jongin can only guess is disappointment, like he’s upset that Jongin didn’t remember. “Did you forget?”
Jongin rubs the back of his neck and nods. “Sorry,” he says, starting to vaguely recall making some kind of plan like this with Chanyeol the other day. “Um, give me a sec and I’ll get ready. Come in.”
He steps back and lets Chanyeol into the apartment, and Chanyeol follows him inside, looking around a little curiously. Even though he’d been there before it hadn't been long enough to really explore.
"Hey Chanyeol," Sehun says, and he's grinning the same way he gets when he discovers a big secret and is minutes from telling everyone he knows.
Jongin glares at him, but years of being friends has clearly made him resilient, and he sighs, runs a hand through his hair and says, "I'm gonna go get ready."
"Jongin," Chanyeol says before he can leave, and Jongin turns back expectantly. Chanyeol just reaches a hand out toward him and Jongin’s eyes widen as he brushes something out of his hair. He grins, pulling his hand back, and says, with an amused laugh, "You had popcorn in your hair."
Heat blooms in Jongin’s face and he hears Sehun snickering behind him but quickly looks away, tousling his hair where Chanyeol touched him. "Thanks," he mutters, feeling strange and pathetic, and he escapes to his room before Chanyeol does anything else to make him feel even more flustered.
When he returns, freshly dressed in clean jeans and a white t-shirt instead of the sweats and the stained tank top he’d been lounging around in before, he finds Chanyeol laughing with Sehun in a way that makes unease slink down his spine.
“What are you guys talking about?” he asks suspiciously, looking from one to the other.
“Nothing,” Sehun says a bit too quickly for Jongin to know they were definitely talking about him. “You guys should go or you’ll be late.”
Chanyeol nods, jumping up to his feet, and looks over at Jongin expectantly. Jongin sighs, and leads the way out of the apartment, pausing in the doorway as Chanyeol almost trips tugging his shoes back onto his feet.
“Your roommate is nice,” Chanyeol says amiably as they take the two flights of stairs back down instead of waiting for the elevator.
“What did he say about me?” Jongin questions, and Chanyeol laughs.
“Oh, nothing much,” he says, and Jongin’s a little surprised he didn’t immediately act as though they hadn’t talked about him at all. “Nothing I didn’t already know, anyway.”
Now Jongin is curious instead of suspicious, and he looks at Chanyeol with raised brows. When Chanyeol just smiles as he pushes open the front door and heads out into the sticky outdoor heat, Jongin follows and adds, realizing Chanyeol doesn’t plan to make this easy, “You’re not going to tell me, are you?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Chanyeol replies and Jongin kicks at his feet, making Chanyeol laugh loudly, the deep sound rumbling down Jongin’s spine pleasantly. “Come on,” he says, grabbing Jongin’s elbow and steering him down the sidewalk. “I know a nice place, if you’re cool with ramyeon?”
“Yeah, sure, that’s fine,” Jongin says, distracted by the firm grip of Chanyeol’s fingers, oh so warm against his bare skin.
Chanyeol’s responding smile leaves Jongin a little dizzy, and he quickly stares down at his feet as they walk off, and Jongin tries not to focus on the fact that Chanyeol holds onto his arm the entire way there.
It’s a small, off-the-chain place that Jongin’s never been to or even heard of, but Chanyeol seems comfortable, greeting the young hostess at the door with a bright smile. She calls him by his name, welcoming him back, and leads them both to a table on the side of the bar. Jongin nods as she hands him a menu, and then leaves, and he looks down at the options with brows furrowed. Chanyeol reaches over and points out the best sets, rambling on about how he’s been here so many times he’s practically had everything the place has to offer, so Jongin can count on his taste.
“I don’t know, you snack on those disgusting things in between shoots, so how can I believe what you suggest won’t make me gag?” Jongin asks, smirking when Chanyeol looks at him aghast.
“Those snacks are delicious!” Chanyeol insists. “Maybe you’re the one with weird taste.”
Jongin just hums disbelievingly, and looks back down at the menu, deciding what he wants. They order when a waiter stops by, greeting Chanyeol like an old friend, and Jongin smiles when Chanyeol unnecessarily introduces him. Jongin sighs, sinking back into his seat and pulls out his phone to give him something to do with his hands now that he can’t hide behind a menu anymore. It isn’t the first time he and Chanyeol have been out like this, but Jongin isn’t really used to it yet. He has been out with him nearly everyday this week, ever since that morning after the runway show when they’d gone out for breakfast and it hadn’t been all that terrible. Chanyeol may have almost spilled coffee all over the jeans he’d let Jongin borrow, but it wasn’t really a big deal since they’d come off the second they’d gotten to Jongin’s apartment and Chanyeol had fucked him slow against the front door.
Jongin flushes thinking about it, and tries not to, because it isn’t supposed to mean anything. It doesn’t mean anything, none of it does. And definitely not the going out to eat almost everyday this week; it’s just that Chanyeol will invite him and Jongin infuriatingly finds that he can’t say no even though he wants to. He totally does.
“You okay?” Chanyeol asks, and he leans across the table to peer at Jongin, who instinctively draws as far back as he can without tipping over in his chair.
“Yeah,” he lies, and hopes it sounds convincing; Chanyeol doesn’t know him that well enough yet to figure out when he’s lying like the rest of his friends. “Just hungry, I guess.”
Chanyeol makes a soft noise as he assesses him, like he actually can tell that Jongin’s lying, and maybe Sehun’s right about how his emotions always show on his face. Thankfully, their food arrives at that moment, and they’re both distracted by growling stomachs to let the conversation drop. Chanyeol watches with overeager eyes as Jongin takes a few bites, and Jongin thinks he looks kind of like a puppy waiting for approval.
It’s good, though, really good, and he licks his lips and says, “Okay, so your taste may not be that bad.”
Chanyeol grins widely, his face contorting into what Jongin assumes is a pleased expression. “Good,” he says, happily, and only then does he turn to his own meal, leaving Jongin wondering why Chanyeol seems to care so much about what Jongin thinks.
>>part 2<<
Pairing: Jongin/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17 and I mean it there is A LOT of porn in this fic okay
Summary: models!AU. When Jongin meets Chanyeol at a runway show he doesn’t expect it to make his life suddenly more complicated. (or, kaiyeol are stupid and have a lot of sex. >_>)
Author’s Note: 18843 words. I DON’T KNOW WHAT THIS IS OR HOW IT HAPPENED OR WHY IT’S OVER 18K. I wanted to write models!kaiyeol ever since we first heard about them doing that fashion show and then this happened. T___T It has been a terrible soul-eating for over a month now so...yeah. I just hope you enjoy it. ;_; /goes to hide (I decided to make this my wildcard fill for fluff_bingo, using the prompt "sex" since it fits. Sort of. >_>)
The first time Jongin sees him, it's walking down under blinding lights of the runway, all long lean limbs moving effortlessly in an almost too-tight black suit. He reaches the end of the walk and Jongin almost forgets that it,s his turn to head out, then. He's a beat late and Baekhyun will kill him for it, later, but Jongin knows how to make up for it, and he walks down the runway with practiced ease.
He doesn't mean to look, because he knows how simple a distraction it can be to glance at the other model on stage as you pass, but Jongin can’t help it, especially considering he's never seen him before and Jongin knows all the working models in the area. He'd been a last minute replacement and had been shoved before Jongin in line not five minutes before the show and Jongin didn't see his face before he was stepping out onto the stage just as the music started.
He sees it now though, and it's soft and intense at the same time, with a sort of craziness in his eyes that Jongin isn't sure if it’s the lights playing tricks, or it’s just the way he looks. And then, then he glances at Jongin, and Jongin, who has done a hundred of these shows, almost forgets himself in the look he gets, and the small smirk that tugs at the corner of the other man's lips.
And then he's gone, whooshing past Jongin easily and Jongin jolts back into the moment, continues forward down the long runway. He stops at the end and runs a slow hand through his hair with a seductive smirk that he camera and audience loves. He turns on his heel and heads back up the stage, and Baekhyun is there, mostly frazzled as he hisses, “Good job,” and pushes him backstage toward Kyungsoo, one of the assistants, who immediately reaches out to undo Jongin’s shirt so he can switch into the rest outfit.
"Who is that?" Jongin asks, nodding over to where the newbie is sliding long, long legs into a pair of deep red slacks.
Kyungsoo darts big eyes over to where Jongin is looking and then replies, "Chanyeol. He's a friend of Baekhyun’s I think, asked him to step in when Kris had to bail."
"Hmmm," Jongin says and ignores Kyungsoo’s curious look to focus on getting dressed.
Chanyeol, from the other side of the cramped back stage, meets his eye and holds it, and Jongin feels his stomach knot inexplicably. There’s a sort of challenge in his gaze, a slight quirk of his lips, and he’s moving back off toward the stage exit with his head held high, but he glances back at Jongin just before he disappears and Jongin doesn’t know what it is about this Chanyeol but he kind of fucking hates him.
“Hey,” Kyungsoo says, snapping fingers before Jongin’s eyes. “Hurry up, you have like a minute.”
Jongin apologizes quickly and throws away thoughts about Chanyeol and long legs and tiny smirks, and dresses for the next run. He ignores Chanyeol for the rest of the show, but that doesn’t mean he can’t feel the heat of his eyes upon him throughout the night.
Chanyeol has a deep voice, even deeper than his own, and it’s sort of like a low rumble of a car engine, and Jongin really, really likes it. He likes it even more because he’s the one drawing it out of him, lips skating across the warm skin of his neck as Chanyeol’s fingers clench into the shirt he’s still wearing after the run and hadn’t had a chance to take off and if it wrinkles Baekhyun will kill them both, but that’s clearly not high on a list of either of their priorities.
Jongin doesn’t know exactly how he got to this moment, how it went from holding Chanyeol’s big hand at the end of the show as they bowed, feeling soft fingertips brushing against his palm as they let go, to here and now, pressing Chanyeol up against a wall backstage where no one can see them and meeting full lips with his own.
He supposes it doesn’t even matter, really, because Jongin is still hyped up from the adrenaline of another runway show, and this is one of the easiest - and preferable - ways of channeling that energy into something that won’t get him killed. Usually Jongin goes along with Kyungsoo and Sehun, another model from the show and Jongin’s roommate, for drinks or something, but instead he’s here, with Chanyeol, this guy he doesn’t know anything about aside from his name - and he doesn’t even have the full name - but there was something there in the smug smile he’d given Jongin after the show, that Jongin couldn’t ignore.
This, though, isn’t exactly what he’d planned, but Chanyeol definitely doesn’t seem to mind. He fists a hand in Jongin’s hair, pulling him up into another kiss, and drowning out Jongin’s moan. Jongin responds but rolling his hips in a smooth circle, and Chanyeol’s teeth nip at his lower lip as he mimics the action, and Jongin’s mind starts to spin, a little. It’s easy to pull off clothes, being a model has gotten him quick at buttons and belts, and he’s tugging down Chanyeol’s skin-tight black jeans to press a hand to his growing erection.
Chanyeol’s groan rolls down Jongin’s spine, and he drags his hands up Jongin’s bare arms, then down along the front of the buttoned tank he’d been dressed in. He pops buttons one-by-one, and is almost infuriatingly slow about it, so Jongin wastes no time to wrap fingers around Chanyeol’s dick and stroke him.
“Shit,” Chanyeol gasps and Jongin chuckles, strokes him faster. He doesn’t make it long, at all, but Jongin doesn’t care, knows that he’s about at his limit too, and just jerks Chanyeol off until he trembles and comes over his fingers, his deep moan making Jongin shudder.
Chanyeol, Jongin thinks, could walk away right now if he wanted to, because there is no obligation, this wasn’t even supposed to happen, but instead he drops to his knees and he’s pulling open Jongin’s pants, and Jongin reconsiders that earlier feeling of hating him, because right now he thinks he might love him, watching as Chanyeol’s soft, red lips wrap around his cock.
Jongin clenches his fingers into fists at his sides, but he can’t hold back his groan. Chanyeol looks up at him under a mop of curly hair, and his eyes are big and round and Jongin thinks he looks rather ridiculous, but then he’s flicking his tongue against the tip, and taking even more of him in and Jongin gasps from the wet heat that clings to him.
Chanyeol swallows him down when he comes, chest heaving from the pleasure, and feeling a bit like he’s unable to move. Thankfully Chanyeol still seems full of energy because he just pulls himself together, grabs a leftover makeup towel from the side and thrusts it in Jongin’s hand.
Jongin looks up at him, at his bright eyes and big smile, and takes a step back, feeling heat crawl sickeningly up the back of his neck. He averts his gaze quickly and wipes off his hand and redresses. He should find his clothes and he should leave right now, maybe he can even meet up with Kyungsoo at the bar, and--
“Hey,” Chanyeol says, his low voice startling Jongin out of his thoughts. He’s standing right before him, and he is really tall, even though Jongin’s not short by any means, he still has to look up to meet his eyes. Chanyeol’s smiling, and he looks so different now, than he did up on the runway what feels like a lifetime ago, smirking at Jongin as he passed. He leans in close, with no sense of personal space, and Jongin instinctively leans back, eyes widening as Chanyeol’s grin makes his face look silly and scrunched up.
“It’s Jongin, right?” he asks and Jongin, not knowing what to say, just nods once. Chanyeol draws back then, looking satisfied, and Jongin breathes a sigh of relief. “It’s nice to meet you,” he says, and his grin turns slightly smug. “That’s probably the nicest welcome I’ve ever had to a show.”
And that feeling of dislike comes slamming back. Jongin scowls.
Chanyeol just laughs. “I’ll see you around, I’m sure,” he says, and he gives Jongin a wave before he walks off, leaving Jongin in the shadows and wondering just what the hell he’s unintentionally gotten himself into.
“I can’t believe you bailed,” Jongin complains, glaring across the table at Kris, who is leaning casually against the chair and flipping through a magazine. “Because of you I--” He cuts himself off, flushing as he remembers that no one knows about him and Chanyeol and he wants to keep it that way.
Kris quirks an eyebrow at him. “Because of me, what?” he says.
“Nothing,” Jongin mutters dejectedly. “Forget it.”
Kris gives him a look that clearly says he doesn’t believe him, but thankfully he doesn’t press. Jongin likes that about Kris. If he’d been talking to Sehun or, even worse, Luhan, one of the other assistants that works with Baekhyun and Kyungsoo, he probably would’ve been drilled to the bone about it until he spilled every last detail about his little...thing with Chanyeol.
“Whatever you say,” Kris says, looking away again and Jongin sighs, slouching in his seat and tapping his foot on the floor. “How was Chanyeol? He didn’t fall off the stage, did he?”
“Do you know him?” Jongin asks, and hopes Kris doesn’t notice the sudden interest in his voice.
“Yeah,” he says, “he’s a friend of mine from high school, but we also worked at the same modeling agency for a few years awhile back.”
Jongin purses his lips in thought, wondering how he’s never heard about this guy if he’s apparently good friends with both Kris and Baekhyun.
Kris either reads his mind or Jongin’s question is written on his face because he says, “He stopped modeling a few years ago, probably around the time you started.”
“Why?” Jongin questions.
Kris shrugs. “Probably because he kept falling off stages.”
“That was only one time,” says a deep voice that Jongin would recognize anywhere. He straightens up quickly, looking up from his shoes to where Chanyeol is walking over with Baekhyun, that stupid big smile on his face. He glances at Jongin for a brief second, and Jongin hates how it makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, before he turns to Kris. “When are you gonna let that go?” he asks.
“Never,” Kris replies, smirking. “But I suppose you must’ve gotten over that if Baekhyun’s brought you here.”
Jongin looks between them and says, “Why is he here? Aren’t we going over fitting for the new pieces for next weekend’s show?”
“Yes,” Baekhyun says, staring down at his iPad, sliding his finger along the screen. “I asked him to be the lead this run.”
Jongin almost falls out of his chair. “Wasn’t I supposed to do that?” he demands.
“Yeah, but you messed up the other night,” Baekhyun replies and he gives Jongin an obnoxiously bright smile. “Plus I think the opening piece will look better on him. I’ll have to adjust it, but I’ll make it work.”
“But--” Jongin starts, infuriated, but Baekhyun just smiles again and Jongin has worked for him long enough to know there’s no point in trying to argue. He slumps in his seat and crosses his arms over his chest.
“Don’t sulk, how old are you?” Kris chides and Jongin nicks his shin with his foot under the table, which only earns him a scowl from Kris and a laugh from Chanyeol.
Jongin doesn’t even spare him a look because he’s definitely annoyed, and he can just hear the amusement in Baekhyun’s voice when he says, “Well, since that’s settled, let’s get started, shall we?”
Jongin hates his life, but he thinks, as he watches Chanyeol flounce off with Kris and Baekhyun, wide smile stretched across his face, he thinks he might hate him most of all.
Chanyeol, Jongin realizes, is like a different person than he remembers seeing that first night. Offstage he’s easily excitable and constantly talking, so much so that he’s certain he’ll never stop hearing that deep voice in his head (and he purposefully ignores the fact that it hasn’t left since the other night anyway, low moans filling his ears when he has a moment to spare). Jongin, when he’s not on the runway, just likes to keep to himself mostly, but Chanyeol, who doesn’t even know anyone in the group aside from Baekhyun and Kris seems to befriend the team within minutes, laughing and talking as he follows Kris around like a lost puppy.
“You’re being kinda obvious,” Sehun says, having only just arrived five minutes ago. He leans back against the wall beside Jongin, dressed in one of Baekhyun’s new pieces. He’s the youngest model in the show with the least amount of experience and he has an uncanny ability to do whatever he wants and never get in trouble.
“I’m not doing anything,” Jongin says, defensive. “Just watching.”
“A little too closely, if I say so.”
“No one asked for your opinion.” Jongin glares at him but Sehun remains unaffected.
"Just curious is all," Sehun says and Jongin snorts because that's a lie if he's ever heard one. "Did something happen between you two?"
Jongin thinks about the other night, about Chanyeol's rich moans and gorgeous lips stretched around his cock, and absolutely doesn't think about how much that little moment has been running through his mind the past few days, how he wouldn't mind yanking him by the hair and crushing their mouths together again, if only to make him shut up for a few seconds.
He eyes Chanyeol who is currently walking down a pretend runway toward where Jongin and Sehun stand while Baekhyun assesses the way his clothes fit from the side. When Chanyeol stops at the end, he looks directly at Jongin from across the room and he smiles, and Jongin's skin crawls.
"No," he answers Sehun, as Chanyeol turns around and heads back toward Baekhyun. He knows he doesn't sound remotely convincing. "Nothing's happened."
"Is there a reason you're following me?" Jongin questions, stopping abruptly in the sidewalk and almost falling flat on his face when Chanyeol walks into him.
Chanyeol rubs the back of his neck, and laughs. "Um I wanted to talk to you," he says, but it sounds like a question, asking Jongin if it's okay.
"About what?" Jongin says and he's curious. After having been ignored by Chanyeol throughout the fitting session, he's surprised that the other wanted to talk to him at all.
"Can we go somewhere else?" Chanyeol says and Jongin can think of one hundred reasons why he should just walk away, and yet he finds himself agreeing and following Chanyeol to a nearby coffee shop.
They order drinks and Chanyeol burns his tongue on his first sip and Jongin wonders how this is the same guy he saw walk on stage so perfectly. He’s so lost in his thoughts that it takes him a moment to even realize Chanyeol’s speaking.
“What?” he asks, coming off a little sharper than he means to, and he shrinks back in his seat, touching his lips to the edge of his coffee cup.
“You don’t seem to like me,” Chanyeol says, matter-of-fact, and Jongin blinks. Of all the things he expected Chanyeol to say to him, this was definitely not on the list.
“I don’t even know you,” he replies, and it’s true. He doesn’t know if he likes Chanyeol or not. He takes a sip of his drink and stares at the table between them.
“Is it because I took the opening for the show?” Chanyeol says and he actually sounds worried, like he doesn’t want Jongin to hate him because of that.
Jongin shrugs. “I don’t really care about that,” he says, and it’s mostly a lie.
“You seemed like you did.”
“I’m over it.”
Chanyeol sighs and he leans back against his chair, and his long legs stretch under the table, foot bumping against Jongin’s. He pulls it back quickly, and Jongin shifts a little in his seat. “I didn’t come here to take your spot, you know,” he says, and he sounds sincere, and when Jongin actually looks up at him, he looks like he means it, too.
Jongin would like to accuse him that maybe he really did, but instead he nods, rests his cup down on the table. “I know,” he says after a long while. He glances back up at him when he remembers what Kris had said about Chanyeol earlier and asks, “I heard you stopped modeling, though.”
“I did,” Chanyeol says, and he grins.
“Why?” Jongin can’t help but ask, because despite Chanyeol not looking or acting anything like a model right now, Jongin knows what he saw on the runway and it takes a lot of work to be that good. Jongin knows that many people think of modeling as an easy job, all it is is walking up and down a platform in pretty clothes, but Jongin’s done this for so many years, has been to enough shows and seen people not make it, giving up because it got too difficult, that he knows that’s not true at all. It intrigues him, to see someone like Chanyeol, who can clearly model well, to have just stopped.
Chanyeol laughs. “Why indeed?” he says, looking thoughtfully up at the ceiling and pouting.
Jongin slouches and stares at his lap. “Fine,” he says, trying not to sound too bitter, “don’t tell me.”
“I have no reason to tell you,” Chanyeol says, “I don’t know you, either.”
He’s got a point, Jongin thinks, but he replies, dropping his voice to a low whisper, “And yet you let me jerk you off backstage.”
He kind of expects Chanyeol to be embarrassed for bringing it up, or to tell him to forget about it, but Chanyeol just looks amused as he says, “And you let me suck your dick, so what’s your point?”
Jongin really doesn’t like him. “Never mind,” he huffs, and Chanyeol stares at him with a peculiar expression on his face that makes him look a little crazy. Before Jongin can question him though, Chanyeol rests his elbows on the table and leans forward, almost too close, and Jongin pulls back, swallowing thickly as the intense look in Chanyeol’s eyes remind him of the other night.
“Want to do it again?” he asks.
Jongin thinks he could have used any one of those one hundred reasons to have not done this, but when Chanyeol’s lips find his, warm and smooth, and fitting perfectly against his own, Jongin thinks he would’ve been stupid to pass this up again.
His apartment was closest, and now he’s being pushed into the door as Chanyeol licks his way into his mouth, and Jongin’s just glad that Sehun is still out and probably won’t be back for another few hours. Jongin rests his hands on Chanyeol’s hips, sighs into his mouth as he kisses deeper, tongue meeting Jongin’s in an erotic dance, and Jongin feels that itch of arousal in the pit of his belly. He presses a thigh between Chanyeol’s legs, rocks against him, and Chanyeol moans, and Jongin loves that, that low rumbling noise that makes his whole body shudder in response. Chanyeol gasps against his lips, breaking away to catch his breath, and his hands are slowly sliding up under Jongin’s shirt, white-hot trails along already heated skin and Jongin is overwhelmed.
He pushes Chanyeol back, and Chanyeol looks at him in surprise, like he thinks Jongin’s changed his mind, but that’s far from the truth. Jongin walks around him, slipping out of his shoes and heading into the apartment, and he can hear Chanyeol scrambling to do the same. Jongin shuts the door to his bedroom after them and turns to quickly shove Chanyeol up against it, and Chanyeol laughs as Jongin kisses him, pulling Jongin close with fingers hooked into the belt loops of his jeans.
Chanyeol’s hair is soft between Jongin’s fingers and he steps backwards slowly, guiding him toward the bed in the middle of the room. The frame creaks a bit with their weight, and the sheets are cool against Jongin’s back. Chanyeol’s knees fit on either side of him, the insides of his thighs pressing warm against Jongin’s even through the thickness of their jeans, and Jongin thinks he’d very much like to feel this with their clothes off.
Thankfully Chanyeol seems to have the same idea, slipping his fingers up under Jongin’s shirt again, as he trails his lips down Jongin’s throat, leaving slick patches on his skin that feel really nice since Jongin is certain he’s burning up. He pulls back to tug up on the hem of Jongin’s shirt until he’s got it off, and Jongin reaches out to return the favor. He lets his fingers slide down Chanyeol’s chest, watching as Chanyeol sucks his lower lip into his mouth and his eyelids flutter in pleasure. Like this, Jongin thinks he looks really good, not like the ridiculous overgrown puppy he seemed to be earlier that day.
He yanks Chanyeol close with a hand in his hair and Chanyeol groans as their lips meet. With his other hand Jongin deftly undoes Chanyeol’s belt, the buckle clanging against the floor where Jongin throws it, and he quickly tugs open his jeans, slipping a hand down the front. Chanyeol groans again, and this time it seems to reverberate throughout the silent room, makes Jongin even hotter and work faster, wrapping his hand around Chanyeol’s erection.
It’s like that first time, hidden backstage after the show, except Jongin thinks this is much, much better, because it doesn’t matter how loud they are or how quick they have to be to not get caught. He can slowly draw out moans from Chanyeol’s throat and drink in the sounds of his harsh breathing as he strokes him, and Jongin really fucking likes watching him come apart like this.
“Jongin,” Chanyeol gasps and Jongin likes that, too, the desperation in his name, and he rubs his thumb against the head of Chanyeol’s cock in response. “Oh god,” he breathes, hot into the crook of Jongin’s neck, and Jongin doesn’t think he can take much more of this.
It’s surprisingly easy to push Chanyeol over onto his back and lean over him, pulling his jeans and underwear down his legs in one swift motion. Chanyeol looks up from his bangs, sweat making them cling to his forehead. His eyes are big and round and Jongin remembers that look from last time when his mouth was wrapped around his cock. He groans just at the thought, about how much he'd like to do that again, but that's definitely for another day. He opens the drawer on the nightstand by the bed, fumbles around packs of cigarettes and broken sunglasses for the small tube.
Chanyeol watches him closely, stokes his own dick as he waits, a small smirk playing in the corner of his mouth when he notices Jongin’s distraction, and god Jongin just wants to fuck him.
He coats his fingers with lube and nudges Chanyeol’s knees apart, pressing in a finger and delighting in the pleased noise that Chanyeol makes. He leans his head back against the pillows and his eyes close, and Jongin frowns at him, pushes another finger in, maybe a bit too soon as Chanyeol hisses, but just says, "Look at me."
Chanyeol does, he really does, eyes focusing with that same intense look Jongin saw on the runway, the one that makes his spine tremble. He holds his gaze as he crooks his fingers inside him, and he's got a third in there when Chanyeol breaks eye contact because the sensation is too great, his moan like the contented purr of a cat.
It makes Jongin grin, and press his fingers in deeper, hitting that spot again, and again, and Chanyeol writhes under him, all long helpless limbs, and peers up at Jongin.
"Don't look at me all smug like that," he says, and Jongin just laughs.
It dies in his throat in the next second as Chanyeol takes it upon himself to tug open Jongin's jeans. He has to move away to get his clothes off, and Chanyeol whines at the loss of his fingers inside him. His eagerness makes Jongin's whole body burn, and he doesn't hesitate as he pushes Chanyeol’s legal toward his chest and presses himself in.
The noise they make then together might be the greatest thing Jongin's ever heard, full and deep of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Chanyeol’s body clings tight and hot around him, and his fingers slip at his sweat-slicked skin as he tries to hold on to keep even slightly grounded, because it's too much, far too much and yet not enough at all and the urge to just let go and fuck him is pushing violently against Jongin's control.
Chanyeol’s fingers slide up Jongin’s arms, and Jongin’s skin burns wherever he touches, and it’s impossible really to stop from thrusting in a little deeper. Chanyeol mutters, “Fuck,” under his breath but doesn't tell Jongin to stop, which is all Jongin needs. He pulls back and then pushes forward again, hips rocking into a quick, harsh rhythm because he couldn't take this slowly if he tried. From the moans Chanyeol’s making it doesn't seem like he cares in the least, and his fingernails dig deep into Jongin’s skin, and there will probably be bruises there later, that Yixing, who helps with makeup before shows, will probably bitch about having to cover up.
"Shit," Chanyeol hisses, as Jongin's thrusts hit him just right, his body curling tight around his dick and he can feel the unbridled pleasure all the way down to his toes. He tugs Chanyeol’s close with hands on his hops at each thrust and it makes Chanyeol cry out louder and louder every time and Jongin is positive he'll never get that sound out of his head.
"Touch yourself," he tells him and is amazed at how quickly he obeys, prying one hand off Jongin’s shoulder to push between their tummies and wrap around his cock. Jongin sucks in a shaky breath as it only makes everything tighter for him, pushing in harder, pressing Chanyeol’s legs apart a bit further to get in deeper. He can feel sweat dripping down his back, making his hair cling in clumps to his forehead, and he licks his lips before leaning in and kissing Chanyeol’s that are red and full and oh-so-perfect.
It's like that that Chanyeol comes, Jongin drinking up his moan as he goes rigid beneath him, thighs trembling and muscles clenching around Jongin who is on the brink of following right after. Chanyeol breaks their kiss to gasps for air, and his clear, clear eyes meet Jongin’s, full of wonder and satisfaction, and he trails the hand from Jongin’s shoulder gently up the back of his neck, fingers brushing delicately along the hairs there, and he breathes out, “Jongin,” and that's it - Jongin’s done for.
He looks away, pressing his forehead to Chanyeol’s collarbone as he comes with a grunt, feeling like the wind has been knocked straight out of him. Jongin lets out a sound like a deflating balloon, falling onto Chanyeol as his whole body seems to turn to jelly. Chanyeol grumbles slightly in discomfort under him but Jongin doesn’t care, too exhausted to move quite yet.
Chanyeol pokes him in the side after a few moments though, and says, “You’ve got to move.”
Jongin sighs, but does, rolling off onto the side of the bed and stretching his arms over his shoulders. He can see Chanyeol’s eyes trail down his body, and quickly turns away, jumping off the bed. He scratches the back of his neck and stares at the floor, says, “I’m going to shower.” He glances at Chanyeol and adds, “You’re free to stay, I guess, or leave, whatever,” and feeling ridiculous, a blush creeping up his cheeks as Chanyeol stares back in amusement, he escapes to the bathroom.
Not even five minutes later, Chanyeol follows him, slipping in after him and swallowing the protest on the tip of Jongin’s tongue with his mouth. And Jongin should kick him right out, he really should, but Chanyeol’s hands rest on his hips and his mouth is so perfectly warm against his under the cool water, and Jongin is relaxing and kissing back before he can think too much about it.
Chanyeol chuckles against his lips and says, “I kinda thought you’d make me leave.”
“Do you want me to?” Jongin retorts, slides a wet hand up Chanyeol’s chest, knuckles bumping against a nipple and Chanyeol gasps.
“No,” he says, quickly, and Jongin smirks.
“Then shut up,” he advises and Chanyeol does, lets Jongin curl a hand around his dick and kiss him instead.
“So, how was he?” Sehun greets Jongin the next morning, sitting at the table with a mug of coffee and a half-eaten plate of toast and eggs.
Jongin rubs his eyes tiredly, fighting back a yawn as he pokes around in the fridge. “How was who?”
“Chanyeol,” Sehun says, and Jongin doesn’t even need to look to know he’s got that infuriatingly smug look on his face. “You two are really loud.”
“Oh my god,” Jongin says, whirling around to look at his roommate and Sehun’s big grin tells him he’s not lying. He groans, hides his face in his hands, and wants to die. “I didn’t even hear you come back.”
“You wouldn’t have heard a bulldozer if it’d demolished the whole apartment,” Sehun says, unhelpfully, and Jongin really wants to die.
“Please stop,” Jongin says, and doesn’t even care that he sounds like a whining three-year-old. “Just because we fucked once--”
“Twice, you mean,” Sehun interjects around a mouthful of toast. “The showers echo.”
Jongin’s going to dig himself a grave and bury himself, he decides. He grips the edge of the counter and sinks to the floor, hanging his head. “You are the worst roommate. You couldn’t have pretended like you didn’t know anything?”
“I did, for all of last night.”
“So you just waited until this morning to ruin my life?”
“Yes.”
“Worst roommate,” Jongin repeats, and Sehun just laughs.
“Really, though,” he says, “how was it?”
Jongin groans loudly, pulls himself up quickly and rushes out of the kitchen. “I’m leaving,” he calls back unnecessarily, and he grabs his keys off the coffee table by the couch before heading out, ignoring Sehun’s high-pitched giggles as he yells for him to come back, because Sehun doesn’t need to know just how much Jongin’s thought of almost nothing else but Chanyeol ever since he left, and how much he’d like to have him back.
Chanyeol is a lot of things Jongin doesn't like. He's loud, he's invasive, and he's everywhere. Jongin likes not being disturbed and likes not being questioned about his favorite foods or things he likes to do when he's not working on a show and he likes being left alone. It isn't that he doesn't like people, but he'd just rather they leave him be until he's interested enough to get to know them.
Chanyeol doesn't seem to pick up on any of this though and the week leading up to the next show is filled with him always being around. He doesn't really bother Jongin that much, but just the fact that he's there at all rubs Jongin the wrong way.
He doesn't get what it is about Chanyeol that gets under his skin. How he can go from wanting to fuck him over the makeup counter and hear him beg for more to wanting to punch him in his stupid face.
"Are you still angry because I gave him the open for the show?" Baekhyun asks two nights before the run. He sits beside Jongin on a plastic fold up chair along the wall and turns his gaze to where Chanyeol is chattering away with Sehun and yelping every few seconds when Kyungsoo accidentally stabs him with a pin as he tries to fix a hem.
"No," Jongin says and it’s true now, he doesn't care. He has other things on his mind.
"Then why do you look like you want to maul him?"
Jongin squawks. "I-I do not!" he exclaims and he can tell with one look that Baekhyun doesn't believe him.
"Well, you should try to get along with him at any rate. He's going to be working with me - us - for awhile longer. And that shoot I told you about that we have for Vogue next week, I want you and Chanyeol to do it."
"That was supposed to be Kris and Sehun though, wasn't it?"
Baekhyun shrugs. "I changed my mind. I think the two of you are more suited."
Jongin narrows his eyes. "You’re lying. You know that I don't like him so you're making me work with him on purpose.”
Baekhyun mock-gasps like he can’t believe Jongin would suggest he do such a thing, but then he laughs and shrugs again. “I don't care if you like him or not as long as you don't make me look bad because of it.”
“Yes, sir,” Jongin says, and salutes at him, laughing when Baekhyun rolls his eyes and shoves at him.
“Hey,” Chanyeol says, showing up suddenly with a bright grin on his face. His hair flops into his face and he shakes it out from his eyes, and looks at Jongin happily. “Kyungsoo says it’s your turn. He has a jacket he wants to fix for you.”
Jongin nods because his mouth feels suddenly dry, eyes traveling down Chanyeol’s long frame, and he’s dressed in deliciously tight pants, a deep red trench coat, and a black shirt that is practically see-through. He looks fucking good, and Jongin has to drag his gaze back up to his face. Chanyeol’s fiddling with the collar of the jacket, trying to get it to lay down properly and his face is scrunched up in confusion, and Jongin doesn’t know what makes him do it, but he reaches out and nudges Chanyeol’s hands away, mutters, “Here, let me.” He slides his hands up around the collar, and his thumbs brush against the back of his neck, and he hears Chanyeol’s breath catch as he folds the collar down correctly and pulls it down against his chest.
“Thanks,” Chanyeol says and his voice is the softest Jongin’s ever heard it, and he looks up at him quickly, at eyes that look both surprised and amused, and Jongin drops his hands like he’s just been caught on fire. “Hey, are you okay?” Chanyeol asks, and he sounds worried, pitching forward to peer at Jongin, who instinctively steps back.
He nods and grumbles, “Just fine,” and he’s pretty sure he hears Baekhyun snickering beside him, and he shuffles past the both of them before he can do anything else completely stupid.
“You two looked cozy over there,” Sehun says gleefully as Kyungsoo slides a leather jacket up Jongin’s arms.
“Shut up,” he snaps, making Kyungsoo look at him with big concerned eyes while Sehun hides his laughter behind a hand.
He sneaks a glance over at Chanyeol out of the corner of his eye, catches him looking straight back, and hates the way his stomach twists into knots that he can’t unravel for hours to come.
Jongin sinks his hands into Chanyeol’s hair, slightly sticky with hairspray from the show that they’d use to style it up and out of his face for once, but Jongin pulls it apart as a groan escapes his throat, hips rocking up into the hot, hot heat of Chanyeol’s mouth.
Big hands grip his waist and hold him steady and Jongin glares down from under his bangs because he’d like nothing more than to thrust up into that perfect mouth, and he can’t like this. Chanyeol just hums around him instead, like he knows exactly what Jongin is thinking. He tries to fight back a sound of pleasure as Chanyeol swirls his tongue sinfully around the crown of his cock and swallows him down, taking in a little more. And Jongin’s head slams back into the wall of the bathroom stall, his fingers tighten his grip in Chanyeol’s hair instinctively as he catches Chanyeol shoving a hand down the unfastened front of his jeans, stroking his own erection in swift movements.
“Fuck,” Jongin gasps, and he’s almost there, so close he can feel it in his toes, and Chanyeol casts large eyes up at him, watching as Jongin comes completely undone.
Chanyeol is up on his feet in seconds, wiping his lips with the back of his hand and then stealing Jongin’s staggered breaths, and he can taste himself on Chanyeol’s tongue, and he wishes they weren’t hiding in the bathroom during the after-show party, and that they didn’t have to return and socialize for another hour or two because Jongin would much rather just turn Chanyeol around up against the stall door and fuck him hard until he saw stars.
Instead he just mumbles, “We should probably go back.”
Chanyeol laughs, breath hot on Jongin’s skin. “Probably,” he says, and licks at Jongin’s lips once more before pulling back.
Jongin swallows thickly and looks down at his shoes instead of Chanyeol’s grinning face as he fastens up his pants, and fumbles with the lock on the stall before stumbling out. Chanyeol follows and Jongin just barely watches him make a face at the tangled mess of hair on his head. “How am I supposed to go back out like this?” he grumbles and Jongin hides an amused snort, meeting Chanyeol’s eyes in the mirrors before quickly looking away.
He washes his hands and steps around Chanyeol to grab some paper towels to dry off, and the deep rumble of Chanyeol’s laugh is far too close, causing Jongin to jump a bit as he turns. Chanyeol grins at him and it’s almost alarming, the silly look on his face, and he pecks Jongin’s lips in a fleeting kiss and says, “You’re really cute.”
Not expecting that at all, Jongin makes a surprised noise and flushes deeply. He shoves past Chanyeol and grumbles, “I am not cute.”
“I just sucked you off and you get all embarrassed afterward,” Chanyeol says, drying off his hands and tossing crumpled paper towels into the waste bin. “Yes, that’s kinda cute.”
“Well, you’re kinda stupid,” Jongin snaps back without thinking, and Chanyeol’s eyes go wide for a second before he bursts into laughter, and Jongin’s face heats him even more. He needs to get out of here. He heads for the door and tosses back, “Fix your hair before you come out here,” at a still laughing Chanyeol, and returns to the rest of the group in the private room they’d booked for the evening.
He grabs a thin flute of wine and flops down in an empty seat, downs the drink in one go and sets it on the table before him. He watches as Chanyeol comes in a few minutes later, and he actually listened to Jongin because his hair no longer resembles a bird’s nest, but is parted at the side and tucked back behind his ears. He waves at Jongin as he walks in, and almost trips over a chair as he joins Baekhyun and Sehun, and he really is stupid Jongin thinks, sighing as he looks dejectedly around the room and contemplates getting another drink or more.
“Here,” says Kris, holding out another glass before Jongin’s face, and Jongin takes it with a nod of his head.
“Thanks,” he murmurs, and takes a sip. Kris sits down beside him, looking impeccable as usual in a sleek black suit and tie.
“He seems to like you,” Kris says after a stretch of silence and it takes Jongin a moment to realize what he’s even talking about. He follows Kris’ line of vision to where Chanyeol is listening intently to something Baekhyun is saying, eyes round in attentiveness, and Jongin takes another sip of his drink.
“He seems to like everyone,” he replies, looking away. He doesn’t particularly want to talk about Chanyeol, and he thinks about just leaving Kris and joining Kyungsoo and Luhan, both of whom seem pretty tipsy already, laughing over something together.
"Exactly, which is why it's strange that he likes you because you don't seem to like him back."
"What's there to like? He's just some other model that I happen to work with."
Kris makes a highly skeptical noise around the rim of his glass, and takes a sip before he says, "Right, that's why you snuck off to the bathroom together at the first chance after the runway show,” and Jongin chokes on his drink. Kris smirks. “You’re gonna have to be more careful about that if you don’t want anyone to know.”
“Go away,” Jongin mutters and downs the rest of his drink. Kris laughs but pats his shoulder and actually does, leaving Jongin with an empty glass and a mess of thoughts.
He glances at Chanyeol from across the room, and looks quickly away when Chanyeol catches his eye. He drops his gaze to his empty glass and stands. He’s going to need much more of this.
Jongin wakes with a terrible pounding in his head, like someone's taken a hammer to his skull repeatedly. He groans, rolling over in bed to avoid the sunlight on his face, but ye doesn't get far before colliding with something. Or someone he realizes when the warm mass makes a soft sound of irritation that sounds all too familiar.
Jongin opens his eyes quickly and meets a mess of curly orange hair that has no right to be in bed with him. He and Chanyeol may have fucked a few times but he's never stayed the night and Jongin doesn't remember ever bringing him back the night before.
He rubs his eyes and looks around the room, and realizes slowly that this isn't his room at all. There’s no bookcase by the window, and the desk in the corner is missing his MacBook, and the walls are a pale yellow instead of Jongin's boring white, and he has no idea where he is or how he got here.
He turns back to Chanyeol's sleeping form and does the only thing that seems reasonable. He kicks him off the bed.
Chanyeol yelps loudly as he hits the floor, and he ends up tangled in the bedsheets for a few minutes before Jongin grows impatient and yanks them off.
"What am I doing here?" he demands when Chanyeol looks up at him with round eyes.
"Did you just kick me out of my own bed?"
"No, you fell," Jongin replies easily and ignores Chanyeol narrowing his eyes at him. "And that doesn't answer my question. What am I doing here?"
Chanyeol pulls himself free of the blankets and stands, stretching his arms over his head, and Jongin tries not to stare at his long limbs and expanse of beautiful skin since he’s only dressed in a pair of ugly plaid boxers, even though it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before. He sighs loudly as he drops his arms and grins at Jongin as he gathers up the sheets from the floor. “Well, Kris asked me to take you home last night, but I didn’t remember where exactly you lived so I brought you back home with me?”
Jongin blinks. “Why would Kris--” he says, but stops halfway because he knows exactly why Kris would ask Chanyeol to take him home instead of Sehun, when Kris fully knows that they’re roommates.
“You were really drunk last night,” Chanyeol explains, misunderstanding. He drops the sheets in an unkempt pile on the bed and then heads to his closet.
Jongin stares at the sheets, then at the smooth slope of Chanyeol’s back. He clears his throat awkwardly. “Did we--”
“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time if we did,” Chanyeol cuts in, smirking over his shoulder at Jongin who scowls. He watches as Chanyeol picks around his closet for a clean clothes. “But we didn’t,” he continues after he tugs on a pair of jeans. “You passed out the second I got you in bed.”
“Oh,” Jongin says, because he’s not sure what else to say, and he scratches the back of his neck. “Thanks, then, I guess.”
Chanyeol laughs. “It’s not like we were gonna leave you at the restaurant,” he says, and then tosses Jongin a white t-shirt and some jeans. “You can wear those, if you want. I can’t imagine sleeping in a suit was all that comfortable.”
Jongin nods, and climbs out of bed, grabs the clothes up in his arms. “I’m borrowing your shower,” he says, shuffling past Chanyeol into the bathroom.
“Sure!” Chanyeol says, and then pokes his head through the door before Jongin can close it and adds, “We should get breakfast after you’re done.”
Jongin should really just shower and go home. He has the worst hangover and god know Chanyeol is not going to make it any fucking better, but he looks at him, at over-eager eyes and bright smile and he finds himself saying, “Yeah, okay, sure.” He reaches for the doorknob. “Now get out.”
“You don’t want me to join you?” Chanyeol asks, smirking. “Remember last time.”
Jongin does remember the last time, of slick, wet skin and hot breath against the cool water, but he retorts instead, “You mean how you almost slipped and cracked your head on the tile floor? No, thanks,” and he slams the door in Chanyeol’s gaping face.
“So are you guys, like, dating, or what?” Sehun questions, climbing up onto the couch four days later, and flopping himself across Jongin like a big, slightly bony dog. Jongin grumbles at him, but he has a giant bowl of popcorn so he lets him stay, and helps himself to a handful of buttery goodness.
“I’m not dating anyone,” Jongin answers around a mouthful, looking at Sehun like he’s crazy. “What’re you talking about?”
“Chanyeol,” Sehun says, exasperated like Jongin should know these things, and Jongin chokes on the popcorn. Sehun unhelpfully pats his shoulder as Jongin coughs, and Jongin swats his hand away irritably.
“Fucking is not dating, okay,” Jongin says, and Sehun looks at him like he doesn’t believe a word he says. “I don’t even like him.”
“Why not? He seems nice,” Sehun says, tilting his head to the side and scrunching his face in confusion.
Jongin shrugs, because he can’t really explain, and steals another hand of popcorn. Sehun smacks at him this time, and Jongin throws the popcorn at his face.
“You’ve gone out with him like everyday this week, though,” Sehun presses, and Jongin thinks Sehun needs a better hobby than making his life miserable.
“Don’t you have like, homework to do or something?” Jongin says, because unlike Jongin who gave up on school a long time ago, Sehun was heading into his third year of college. “A photo shoot to go to? A runway show? Something?”
“Nah,” Sehun says, grinning, his cheeks puffed up from a mouthful of popcorn. “This is a better use of my time.”
Jongin scowls, throws more popcorn at Sehun’s head, and laughs when Sehun retaliates. He squirms away, kicking at him, and reaches out to get more popcorn ammunition, only to end up falling straight off the couch when the doorbell rings and startles them both.
“Go answer it,” they both say at once, and Sehun throws popcorn at Jongin again as Jongin sighs and gets to his feet, wonders aloud, “I wasn’t expecting anyone, were you?”
Sehun shakes his head and then a gleeful smile crawls across his face. “Maybe it’s your boyfriend.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Jongin hisses, glaring at Sehun who chomps loudly on popcorn and grins, cheeks puffed up. He sighs again and heads to the door, brushing off stray popcorn off his shoulders, and pulls the door open wide.
Chanyeol stands in the hall dressed in a bright yellow shirt and an even brighter grin, and if Jongin didn’t already know him, he’d think he was an escaped crazy person. “Hi!” he says excitedly. “Are you ready to go?”
Jongin blinks slowly. “Go where?” he questions.
“We were going to get a quick meal before heading to the studio for the new photo shoot,” Chanyeol explains and his expression melts into something Jongin can only guess is disappointment, like he’s upset that Jongin didn’t remember. “Did you forget?”
Jongin rubs the back of his neck and nods. “Sorry,” he says, starting to vaguely recall making some kind of plan like this with Chanyeol the other day. “Um, give me a sec and I’ll get ready. Come in.”
He steps back and lets Chanyeol into the apartment, and Chanyeol follows him inside, looking around a little curiously. Even though he’d been there before it hadn't been long enough to really explore.
"Hey Chanyeol," Sehun says, and he's grinning the same way he gets when he discovers a big secret and is minutes from telling everyone he knows.
Jongin glares at him, but years of being friends has clearly made him resilient, and he sighs, runs a hand through his hair and says, "I'm gonna go get ready."
"Jongin," Chanyeol says before he can leave, and Jongin turns back expectantly. Chanyeol just reaches a hand out toward him and Jongin’s eyes widen as he brushes something out of his hair. He grins, pulling his hand back, and says, with an amused laugh, "You had popcorn in your hair."
Heat blooms in Jongin’s face and he hears Sehun snickering behind him but quickly looks away, tousling his hair where Chanyeol touched him. "Thanks," he mutters, feeling strange and pathetic, and he escapes to his room before Chanyeol does anything else to make him feel even more flustered.
When he returns, freshly dressed in clean jeans and a white t-shirt instead of the sweats and the stained tank top he’d been lounging around in before, he finds Chanyeol laughing with Sehun in a way that makes unease slink down his spine.
“What are you guys talking about?” he asks suspiciously, looking from one to the other.
“Nothing,” Sehun says a bit too quickly for Jongin to know they were definitely talking about him. “You guys should go or you’ll be late.”
Chanyeol nods, jumping up to his feet, and looks over at Jongin expectantly. Jongin sighs, and leads the way out of the apartment, pausing in the doorway as Chanyeol almost trips tugging his shoes back onto his feet.
“Your roommate is nice,” Chanyeol says amiably as they take the two flights of stairs back down instead of waiting for the elevator.
“What did he say about me?” Jongin questions, and Chanyeol laughs.
“Oh, nothing much,” he says, and Jongin’s a little surprised he didn’t immediately act as though they hadn’t talked about him at all. “Nothing I didn’t already know, anyway.”
Now Jongin is curious instead of suspicious, and he looks at Chanyeol with raised brows. When Chanyeol just smiles as he pushes open the front door and heads out into the sticky outdoor heat, Jongin follows and adds, realizing Chanyeol doesn’t plan to make this easy, “You’re not going to tell me, are you?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Chanyeol replies and Jongin kicks at his feet, making Chanyeol laugh loudly, the deep sound rumbling down Jongin’s spine pleasantly. “Come on,” he says, grabbing Jongin’s elbow and steering him down the sidewalk. “I know a nice place, if you’re cool with ramyeon?”
“Yeah, sure, that’s fine,” Jongin says, distracted by the firm grip of Chanyeol’s fingers, oh so warm against his bare skin.
Chanyeol’s responding smile leaves Jongin a little dizzy, and he quickly stares down at his feet as they walk off, and Jongin tries not to focus on the fact that Chanyeol holds onto his arm the entire way there.
It’s a small, off-the-chain place that Jongin’s never been to or even heard of, but Chanyeol seems comfortable, greeting the young hostess at the door with a bright smile. She calls him by his name, welcoming him back, and leads them both to a table on the side of the bar. Jongin nods as she hands him a menu, and then leaves, and he looks down at the options with brows furrowed. Chanyeol reaches over and points out the best sets, rambling on about how he’s been here so many times he’s practically had everything the place has to offer, so Jongin can count on his taste.
“I don’t know, you snack on those disgusting things in between shoots, so how can I believe what you suggest won’t make me gag?” Jongin asks, smirking when Chanyeol looks at him aghast.
“Those snacks are delicious!” Chanyeol insists. “Maybe you’re the one with weird taste.”
Jongin just hums disbelievingly, and looks back down at the menu, deciding what he wants. They order when a waiter stops by, greeting Chanyeol like an old friend, and Jongin smiles when Chanyeol unnecessarily introduces him. Jongin sighs, sinking back into his seat and pulls out his phone to give him something to do with his hands now that he can’t hide behind a menu anymore. It isn’t the first time he and Chanyeol have been out like this, but Jongin isn’t really used to it yet. He has been out with him nearly everyday this week, ever since that morning after the runway show when they’d gone out for breakfast and it hadn’t been all that terrible. Chanyeol may have almost spilled coffee all over the jeans he’d let Jongin borrow, but it wasn’t really a big deal since they’d come off the second they’d gotten to Jongin’s apartment and Chanyeol had fucked him slow against the front door.
Jongin flushes thinking about it, and tries not to, because it isn’t supposed to mean anything. It doesn’t mean anything, none of it does. And definitely not the going out to eat almost everyday this week; it’s just that Chanyeol will invite him and Jongin infuriatingly finds that he can’t say no even though he wants to. He totally does.
“You okay?” Chanyeol asks, and he leans across the table to peer at Jongin, who instinctively draws as far back as he can without tipping over in his chair.
“Yeah,” he lies, and hopes it sounds convincing; Chanyeol doesn’t know him that well enough yet to figure out when he’s lying like the rest of his friends. “Just hungry, I guess.”
Chanyeol makes a soft noise as he assesses him, like he actually can tell that Jongin’s lying, and maybe Sehun’s right about how his emotions always show on his face. Thankfully, their food arrives at that moment, and they’re both distracted by growling stomachs to let the conversation drop. Chanyeol watches with overeager eyes as Jongin takes a few bites, and Jongin thinks he looks kind of like a puppy waiting for approval.
It’s good, though, really good, and he licks his lips and says, “Okay, so your taste may not be that bad.”
Chanyeol grins widely, his face contorting into what Jongin assumes is a pleased expression. “Good,” he says, happily, and only then does he turn to his own meal, leaving Jongin wondering why Chanyeol seems to care so much about what Jongin thinks.
>>part 2<<